Fw: Mouni Sadhu - Tears

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- viorica weissman

Tears-------------- from

------------------In Days of Great Peace , by Mouni

Sadhu----------------- With some

efort of will I impose calm on my mind. It does not createthoughts

any more. Those which appear immediatly vanish like smallclouds in

the Indian sky. I am gazing intently at the Saint, looking intohis

great widely-open dark eyes. And suddenly I begin to understand. How

can I express in our earthlylanguage what exactly I do understand?

How shall I tell in words, basedon the common ideas and experiences

of ordinary people who are creatingand moulding our language, these

higher and more subtle things?May I say that I understand that

Maharshi's life is not concentrated onthis our earthly plane; that it

extends far beyond our world, a world notsubject to storms and

changes; that he is a torch of light before the throneof the Most

High, shedding its rays all round; that he is like the incensesmoke

constantly rising towards the blue sky which we see throughthe temple

roof; that his eyes, just now looking at me, seem to convey-- no, I

am unable to say anything more, I cannot even think.I only feel a

stream of tears upon my face. They are abundant and serene.They flow

silently. It is not suffering, regret or repentance that is their

source.I do not know how to name their cause. And through this tears

I look atthe Master. He knows full well their origin. His serious,

almost solemn face,expresses endless understanding and friendship and

glows with inner lightwhich makes it so different from all other human

faces. In the light of hisprofound gaze I suddenly understand the

reason and purpose of my tears. Yes, I 'see' at last. The sudden

illumination is too strong to allow immediate belief in the truth of

the 'seen'. Is 'this' really possible? Can it be possible?But

Maharshi's eyes seem to bring a confirmation of 'it'.